Bretonian Armed Forces

[Wolfs Ghost]

((//Post taken from 'And all Her Majesty's Men'))

While looking back up at the sky, and the things to come. He only wished for one thing. To find his lost Wingman, Sipher Rockwell, who should of been promoted to Lieutenant on this very day.

Unknown to anyone, Austin secretly vowed to not give up, not for the Queen, not for Prime Minister, nor for the Fleet Admiral. He was considered a hero among his fellow pilot's, a hero in the eye's of the Bretonian Citizens. However, he was just a soldier fighting a war. Anyone else in his situation would have done the same thing.

Yes, it was a morale boost for fellow pilots to know they where fighting along side a Hero. It also means that people would ask him questions, and it would mean he's now the biggest target, in the war.

For what boost's morale of the enemy, can also demoralize them. He looked down at his chest and stared at the medal. Shaking his head lightly and whispering

"I guess a medal is worth getting a bullet in you arm, being in the hospital for a week. Coming back on duty to realize your wingman has mysteriously vanished, fight an ensign in the Kusari Naval forces. Receive two titles from the Fleet Admiral himself, get a new wingman who turns out to be a 95 year old miner. Receive volunteer order to escort the Prime Minister to Liberty space, meet an Admiral of the West Point Military Academy.

Receive a loft to sleep in for a few hours, wake up and get yelled at by your commanding officer. Help the libertorians during a fight, return to Manhattan to rest for a few hours before the Prime Minister's ship leaves, leave Liberty heavily escorted, then enter Bretonia with just one escort. Then get attacked by two Corsair ship's, by holding them off until the Prime Minister escaped."

He sighed, then inhaled deeply. He looked around watching pilots laugh and joke around with each other, some pilots raised their glasses as he walked by, shouting "To the King of the Paladin, Savior of the Prime Minister!" Other pilots smiled and gave him a salute as he walked by, they where Ensign's. He walked past a group of Volunteer Fleet pilots who gave him a small smile, He served with them.

He continued through the crowd of people. Blank expression, holding himself high. One could say he was a changed man, another could say he was eager to get back to the war. Yet other argue, he wanted something more then just a promotion, and a medal. As he continued to walk, carrying himself like an Admiral would, he thought Queen's Royal Guard, or Knighthood...Both will be hard to achieve, but if I got a medal, that is hard to achieve itself, then both of these are within reach.

His thoughts trailed off.

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